A Lone White Rose

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A lone white rose lies

Cut, in this bed of

Bloodied soil


A strong, wild stalk

With vicious barbs adorned

With lies of beauty


A petal furls

The bronzing edge

As golden as the sunrise


A core lives on

This small sacrifice

Dedicated, it will suffice


All petals roll, depleted

Lives, ending the core

Ending a life


A tattered leaf lies

Limp. Wind whistling

Through this holey sheet

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A bitter stalk of lemon

Zest, is all that's left

Of this proud pest


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